Pride Was The First

Pride was the first

Suffered the worst

And yet had the strength to smile

Wrath was the second

A force to be reckoned

Always went that extra mile

Lust was the third

No voice to be heard

Was so ashamed, feeling vile

Greed, number four

Always wanted more

Had no time to reconcile

Envy was five

Never felt alive

Hid from sight for a while

Sloth, number six

Their mind in a mix

Fighting the rising bile

Gluttony last

Hunger has passed

Voluntary exile

Me half the time : I'm so different and no one comprehends what happens in My brilliant mind :)

the other half of the time : My difference is a curse. My mind forever forbids Me to connect and be vulnerable. I walk this earth with the crushing weight of My solitude and isolation. No one understands Me and everyone fails to give Me the support and help I need

sometimes i wish the odds would be in my favor

I fucking hate people I fucking hate people I fucking hate people I fucking hate people I fucking hate people I fucking hate people I fucking-

"Look Pim, I know it's our job to help this guy and everything, but I think this guy's a lost cause. "